I drift, I drift toward death
Dread annihilation
I read the Writer's Almanac
Un Escritor

What if I died in California?
Lake Tahoe snow
San Francisco Zen
4044

I first kissed her at the beach
Never forget that night
Say you, Say me
Gilead, Lenore

I've had homeless friends
Rode the free bus
Ate from the food bank
God bless the poor.